When I was a child, I’d stare at the wall
At the repetitive pattern and deeper in the covers – I’d crawl
For the print on the paper far from giving comfort at night
Would build up in me the greatest for fright
For the wallpaper pattern which I did see
Soon became faces staring back at me
In the daylight, mere golden fleur de lis
At night, were monsters intent on me to feed
Padre
Be calm
oh little one
it is time now to rest.
Cuddle-in now, don’t be distressed.
Sleep deep.
Padre
Jim Adams’ challenge this week was to write about a song with Hop/Jump/Leap/Pounce/Spring in the lyrics. The Wiggles Shake Your Sillies Out is a great hopping and jumping song. I was first introduced to this song at my eldest daughter’s wedding. While it might seem an odd piece for a wedding, it seemed totally appropriate to mark the big day for my daughter who is a children’s librarian.
Lyrics:
Let’s shake our sillies out
We’re going to shake, shake, shake our sillies out
Shake, shake, shake our sillies out
Shake, shake, shake our sillies out
Wibble our wobbles away
Well, we’ve shaken our sillies out
How about we nod our naughties out?
We’re going to nod, nod, nod our naughties out
Nod, nod, nod our naughties out
Nod, nod, nod our naughties out
Wibble our wobbles away
Now, can we clap our crazies out?
Let’s all clap
We’re going to clap, clap, clap our crazies out
Clap, clap, clap our crazies out
Clap, clap, clap our crazies out
Wibble our wobbles away
Can you show me how high you can jump?
Let’s all jump
We’re going to jump, jump, jump our jiggles out
Jump, jump, jump our jiggles out
Jump, jump, jump our jiggles out
Wibble our wobbles away
Well, all that jumping made us really tired
Let’s have a stretch and a yawn
We’re going to stretch, yawn, stretch and yawn again
Stretch, yawn, stretch and yawn again
Stretch, yawn, stretch and yawn again
Wibble our wobbles away
We’re going to shake, shake, shake our sillies out
Shake, shake, shake our sillies out
Shake, shake, shake our sillies out
Wibble our wobbles away, hey
Source: Musixmatch
Shake Your Sillies Out lyrics
© Kohaw Music Inc., Wiggly Tunes Pty. Ltd., Homeland Publishing
Padre
I travel down the garden path
The memory lane of my childhood’s making
Trodding o’er the stepping stones
Between Grandma’s hydrangeas
The path seems shorter now
Than when I was six or eight
I remember it having taken longer then
To reach the garden gate
The old swing seems much too small
How could I have ever fit it?
But my heart still fills with joy
As I recollect my youthful visits
Padre
Paint Chip Poetry Free Write: stepping stone, grandma’s hydrangeas
Most of kids just referred to her as red hair girl. She was a bit of loner, and her accent and striking locks didn’t help the impression of her otherness. Her real name was Ingrid, and her mother had come to the city on a one year exchange at the university.
Ingrid knew nothing about softball, and she even seemed a little unsure of the “rules” for playing tag. It wasn’t until the second semester that the red headed girl became the “red headed wonder.” Miss Murphy had taken the class out for their physical education lesson, and as was the usual practice, Ingrid was the last one picked when they were making teams.
Mandy Jeffreys, the “captain,” told Ingrid to stay in defence near the goal, where she “wouldn’t cause any trouble.” Then it happened, the ball came towards Ingrid, and everyone on her team shouted at her to “just kick it.” That seemed a silly instruction to Ingrid so she took control of the ball and out-manoeuvring three opponents she raced the length of the field to shoot to the far corner of the net, catching the goalie totally off guard.
It seems they play soccer in Ingrid’s native Germany.
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Padre
A single cupcake left on the tray
As the children are told to “go and play”
Little Andy – for it does reach
A clear violation of “just on each”
The tenacious chap has a plan
To swoop it up blaming it on Gran
Caught in the act he is sent on his way
Glancing back longingly at the tray
Should he now just relent?
That’s not the way his next hour was spent
Padre
Weekend Writing Prompt #192 – Tenacious in 73 words
Paper umbrella, more than a toy
A symbol sophisticated and chic
Virgin colada or Shirley Temple sweet
In my glass it was a thing of mystic
How grown-up I would feel
A mocktail held to my lips
Paper umbrella pushed to the side
As I took my exultant sips
Padre
There was just something wonderful about those occasions when my parents would splash out for “big kid” drinks at birthdays or other special occasions.
The Millers set out with really high expectations for the day. They had been looking forward to seeing some quick-draw gunfights and maybe even some frillies in the cancan at the saloon. But alas times were changing, and the Wild West Park had a sign on the locked gates stating that the town was destined to be yet another Western ghost town, but the owners planned to reopen a new Space Park nearby where Little Green Men and Buck Rogers’ rock-shaped rollercoaster cars would feature.
Yes, the days of the Western were numbered, and all because of a little beeping ball the Russians had shot into space. For now, however, the day was a disappointing experience, even with ice cream and a coke on the way home.
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Padre
Cotton candy and popcorn scent in the air
Calliope and carousels
A world of wonder at a traveling fair
Padre
Hide me
Spirit me away
This is not some mere game I play
And it shouldn’t have to be that way
There are things
That happen to me
Things that I should not experience
Much less see
Hide me
Spirit me away
To a place where all I do
Is laugh and play
Padre
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